I think one of the hardest things about finally being loved properly is realizing all the ways you weren’t loved before. Not loved for you, anyway.

One whole year since the third time you tried to get me on a first date without me ghosting you. And somehow, that third attempt turned into the greatest love story I never saw coming.

I’ve started this a few times because everything I write sounds too polished. Too pretty. And what I feel for Jeremy isn’t polished. It’s fucking real. I love this man in a way that has changed something in me. Not because he came riding in and magically fixed my life. He didn’t. He just came into it, stood beside me, and kept showing up. Again and again. In all the little ways that probably don’t look like much to anyone else but mean absolutely everything to me. He takes ca